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Cactus Pod

June 10, 2018

I am signed up to take a course that teaches you how to produce medicine from a cactus plant.  We are instructed to bring a cactus to the class in order to participate in the experiment.  I buy two cactus one is a tiny baby cactus that is barely the size of a pee.  The other is considerably larger.  While at the store, I notice they have a sale on iPods the tiny ones like the one my ex Joe bought me to hang around my neck.  I ask the person selling them how much they cost.  The woman tells me they all are $24 dollars monthly.  I want to know the cost to buy it out right.  They offer several models which they display on maps.

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Button Recruiter

June 9th, 2018

Vignette:  I remember seeing large trucks that have encircled the city.  The trucks are so close to the pedestrians I feel trapped by them.  I am standing on the sidewalk and one of the trucks nearly runs over my toes.  It literally clips the tips of the souls of my shoes.

Main Dream: Someone calls me looking for a job so I become his recruiter.  He presents his qualifications including his medical records and I offer him assistance in preparing his resume for the questions he might be asked in the interview process.  He meets with my bosses yet my bosses aren’t aware that he was coached by me.  They are very impressed by his resume and he gets the job based on his preparedness.  Slowly over time it is revealed that I coached him in the process.  I hear someone say,  “No wonder he is so well prepared.”  I apparently don’t work close to their group I just happen to know a great deal about what they do and what they are looking to create. We are all sitting around a conference table.

I excuse myself and get up to go the the bathroom for number 2. As I enter the bathroom I am given a button to turn on the lights.   It functions as a remote control.  The button controls the lights in the house. including the bathroom.  They suggest I take the button with me into my waking life.  I sit on the pot to focus on relieving myself all the while examining the button in my hand.  Feeling relieved I return to the conference room holding my button.  I am told the button is a new piece of technology the group has been working on.  They  are offering me the button in recognition of my contribution to the technology by having prepped the guy.  They encourage me to take the button with me.  As they are explaining the technology I am sensing something is not quite right.  I still have the urge to pee.  Knowing I’m in a dream I tell them I have to really go to the bathroom.  They motion to me to press the button.  I press the button and immediately wake up in real life.

~~~~~ Dream Ends Here.

After waking up I thought how unusual that in the dream I had to use the bathroom.  I don’t remember ever using a restroom in a dream.  I have been in a dream bathroom before but never actually believed I was actually using the restroom to relieve myself.  I definitely didn’t go number 2 in my bed.  I remember being in the conference room and needing it.  I even excused myself to go.  I apparently knew where this dream bathroom was located.  It was in the bathroom where I was given the button.  So if that part of the dream only happened because I really needed to go then did the dream create a bathroom on the fly for me to use.  I remember it being a normal bathroom.  The buttons were on the counter.  I was told to take one and specifically to take one back with me implying that I was in a dream and I was expected to return.  At that moment I didn’t fully understand.  I assumed it meant to take it back to the conference room.  After using what I thought was number 2 and feeling relieved I took the button with me back to the conference room.  That’s when they explained what the button was for.  It was what they were creating.  It was the work for which they hired the guy I prepped for the job.  The button is a remote control to turn the light on.  I was to take it back with me into my waking life.  When I realize I still had to use the bathroom and attempted to excuse myself again they instructed me to push the button.  I immediately woke up.

When I woke up I recognized the button as something I already have in waking life.  Its a night light.

Last Word: I initially recorded the dream with my voice recorder but when I sat down to journal it I journaled it from memory.  Interestingly the vignette i didn’t remember until after I heard the recording and so I added it in.  The weird part is tonight I almost ran over a pedestrian.  I was coming up a main road and along the side walk were a line of people waiting to go into a bar / restaurant.  I wasn’t traveling that fast when a guy decided to cross the street.  There was a cross walk there but no light.  I thought he was waiting in line with the rest of the people standing on the sidewalk.  For some reason he just began crossing.  I slammed on the break and nearly ran over his toes.  I was just telling my Airbnb guest about what happened before I sat down at my computer to listen to the recording.  The first thing i hear is the vignette.  How coincidental that I nearly ran someone over just like in the dream.

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Look At Me Bobby

June 6th, 2018

I had a dream where my mom has a museum where she displays artifacts from history.  The artifacts have religious or spiritual connotations.  Things like tuning bowls, instruments, mandalas etc.  My mom lives in the house behind the museum.  Someone comes into the museum looking for her wanting to borrow my bike. The person is a cousin possibly Victor.  I’m thinking I hope my mom hasn’t started lending out my things to people because these things are things I cherish and have great value and memories tied to them.  I don’t seem to remember how to get to her house.  He tells me they need access to the water lines.  As he is leaving, I tell him,  I am the son of Otilia.  I then discretely follow behind him knowing if I follow him he will lead me to where my mom is or lives.  I may learn more about my mom.  Behind the house is a natural body of water which is very deep.  The water glows orange and yellow in the light of the sun.  He now has lion hair and a furr coat on.  He now reminds me of my cousin Jeannette.  She dives in to retrieve what they need to access the water main.  When she comes out at the other end I tell her she didn’t have to jump in the water with her coat on.  She then takes the coat off to dry it and now she is a man with a beautiful hairy chest.  I think to myself, why would you cover that up his beautiful furry chest with a furr coat?  He rushes off to get his firetruck.  I am looking in the direction where he went waiting to see him return when from behind a truck and trailer approach.  The truck has no sides or top.  I ask him if it is legal to drive around like that.  He gets off the truck and tells me this is his firetruck.

Scenes flash before me like short 3 second movie clips.  Messages from these people come rushing in.  In one clip, I see my son when he is young.  I stop the clip because after all its my dream and I want to see my son.  The dream pauses for just a moment long enough for me to get a good look.

(Click on above image it’s a 3 second clip)

In the time span of a breath I take in his image.  Feeling complete I exhale allowing the dream to continue.  I then see a man who looks at me.  I am still coming off the intense high of seeing my son so I am not paying much attention to anything else.  I feel like I have what I came for.  Again he makes a facial gesture indicating he too has a message for me.  I am still unable to focus.  He looks directly into my eyes and says,  “Look at me.”  I pause long enough for me to get a good look at this man.  The dream ends here as his image slowly fades from my mind.  Who is this man?

~~~~ DREAM ENDS HERE

I then woke up and recorded the details of the dream.  After my coffee I wanted to know who this man was.  Why was it so important for me to look into his eyes.  I said a prayer and walked into my library glancing slowly at the pictures on the shelves.  I wanted to find a picture with someone I can look into their eyes.  I then came to my Grandmothers photograph.  I stared at my Grandma for a few minutes and felt complete.

I then went upstairs to start my day.  The man’s face a man I’ve never seen before yet clear as day in my mind’s eye sat there not wanting to leave me.  I turned on the TV to watch MSNBC.  The news was having a segment honoring Robert F Kennedy.  It was a long segment on his life.  I am slightly annoyed because I want the regular news.  What is going on with Bobby Kennedy today that they are taking so much time recounting his life.  They then turned to a picture of him and OMG it was his face in my dream.  It was his face exactly.

I then went online to look for pictures of him to possibly look into his eyes.  Come to find out today it is the 50th anniversary of his death.  He died 50 years ago at Good Samaritan Hospital in Los Angeles.

My grandmother Simona Camargo also died at Good Samaritan Hospital when I was in the 8th grade probably 1978.  This is the picture I have of my Grandmother in my library.  I worked at Good Samaritan as a candy stripper the summer she died.  My aunt Helen also worked there as a nurse.  I thought it unusual when I came to her picture how perfect it felt to looking into her eyes.  I felt it must have been her.  I thought maybe my grandma came to me as a man in my dream but why would she do that?  Apparently there was so much more to be told.  What is the coincidence that today would be the anniversary of Bobby’s death.  Curious too the image I found online of bobby near the body of water is a 3 second clip much like the clips presented to me in the dream.  Had he possibly been swimming there in that picture?  And apparently he has a hairy chest.  So many coincidences.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it was OB I saw before this man showed his face.  Was it then OB all along showing me his firetruck?  I like the picture of Bobby and the little girl.  I imaging myself someday with OB.  I wonder is that was his daughter.  I don’t know much about Bobby Kennedy.  Was OB my Grandma and Bobby all in heaven conspiring to send me messages.  I think so. I am a blessed man to have a direct connection to the higher realms.

May you rest in Peace Bobby.  And to my Grandma I remember you like it was yesterday.  I will never forget you.  Le tengo mucho amor abuelita.

 

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Passage Of The Dragonfly

I am in a competition where the rounds repeat over and over and over and over.  I can feel the wheels of karma turning and turning and turning in a clock wise motion.  With each successive turn my consciousness rises to a higher level.  I wonder when will it be over.  It feels like an internal struggle with my ex Joe where we are battling for the ultimate dominance.  The cycle had wings spanning greater and greater distances and the inner wheels begin to loosen and expand.  I feel a greater sense of freedom as my consciousness rises even higher till finally my consciousness hits a ceiling.  The wheels stop turning.  My face is now pressed upon a see through barrier.  On the other side, I see swarms of dragonflies developing, growing to maturity.  There wings expand with great distance.  I hear the buzzing of their wings.  The resonance causes the barrier to disintegrate allowing me to pass through. 

I suddenly emerge on the other side among the swam of dragonflies.  The sound reverberates in my engulfing me completely.  I am in ecstasy.  I take a moment to capture this moment and hold image of the dragonflies in my minds eye.  They are beautiful vibrant in their color.  I am alive. I am one with the dragonfly.

~~~~ DREAM ENDS HERE

This dream ushered in a swarm of magic moments.  The last time the dragonflies appeared in a dream was when I found the box of chocolates I lost in my house.  The box of chocolates which I had purchased as a birthday gift for my friend Chris.  Chris love socks the chocolates disappeared from my house when the mystery infant sock appeared.  Coincidentally Chris has a sock “fetish” he loves the look of athletic socks.  The timely appearance of the sock in my house I took as a sign from OB assuring me he is coming into this world.  Later I had a dream The Kids Table where a little boy OB comes over and hands me a nicely wrapped chocolate.

My surrogate IM shared a very powerful dream she had about getting a positive pregnancy test and she wasn’t sure whose baby it was or how it happened unexpectedly.  I then told her about today’s dream Passage of the Dragonfly.  In passing I also mentioned the many weird coincidences that have been happening lately.  Namely Sasha’s Pocket Pastries where I’m a technical director of a movie staring Hillary Clinton and the movie just so happened to be sexually graphic.  I told her I had met a guy that evening who out of the blue began telling me about someone he knew who was making a porn video.  I had never met this person before so for him to tell me this information struck me as highly unusual.  I then asked him, What’s your name, to which he replied Clinton.  Very bizarre.  Our conversation continued and I started sharing with her that I have been watching birthing videos on YouTube.  One in particular I’ve been hooked on called One Born Every Minute.  I was trying to tell her how was the narrator on the show but couldn’t remember Jamie Lee Curtis.  So I went online to search for the shows cast and found it on Wikipedia.  To my surprise which I didn’t know before the series is produced by Dragonfly Film and Television Productions a British independent television production company.  I’ve watched all the episodes on YouTube and nowhere do they show any credits or acknowledgment indicating Dragonfly so I didn’t get the reference subliminally.  I was amazed that here before my eyes is yet another coincidence.

Image from The Hand Book of Natural Study.  Go visit the images there of dragon flies they are so beautiful.

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Hands Off Chaplin Toe

Words by Edgar Leslie. Music by Archie Gottler, Johns Hopkins Sheridan Libraries, The Lester S. Levy Sheet Music Collection
Those Charlie Chaplin Feet

I had a dream where I have a Charlie Chaplin hairy toe.  Now I’ve never heard of such a thing but that is how the dream described it to me.  I see the man’s toe which is bigger than the average toe and very hairy.  At times, the toe opens up to reveal a hand.  There is a train operator who is in charge of conducting a black armored car on the track.  It looks similar to a Presidential Motorcade in that the walls are reinforced and the windows are tinted black.  I understand the train to be mine (Charlie Chaplin’s).  Standing there looking at the locomotive I notice a dent in the handle which looks more like a refrigerator handle because the door is so thick with reinforcement.  Unhappy with the situation I reach in with my hand to depress the dent from the inside.  The handle immediately returns to it’s original shape.

I board the car and inside find a machine which produces sound effects.  I test the machine by selecting more sounds to be mixed.  I set the tone, tenor and pace.

 

~~~~~DREAM ENDS HERE

When I woke up I thought to myself what an odd dream.  From where in the world did my subconscious mind dredge up a reference to Charlie Chaplin and of all things an unusual feet.  So I did an internet search for Charlie Chaplin Toe and found a song done called “Those Charlie Chaplin Feet“.  Here is the song on YouTube.

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Hind Sight Is $20 $20

May 31, 2018

I am at a boys school or camp where we are staying.  I am told my dog has a skin tag that needs to be removed.  I am given instructions on removing it.  Tie a knot and cut off the excess.  I do as instructed but the surgery doesn’t go well.  After the surgery my dog’s vision is tested and the focal point is off.  He is now near sighted and won’t be able to see clearly.  I will have to attend to his needs to teach him where his food is and where and how to pee.

I am laying in bed.  I sit up for a minute to get something out of my backpack.  I’m not sure what I’m looking for.  Rummaging through the bottom of the backpack I find a $20 dollar bill.  Thinking it is my lucky day, I continue looking through the bottom of the bag.  I uncover a second roll of $20 dollar bills.  I am wondering where it came from.  Sitting up in bed I look around and notice Joe my ex is laying in the bed beside me.  I think the money might have been placed there by Joe who owes me money for having damaged my credit.    I feel warm inside and as the opportunity presents itself a cuddle opportunity with him I lay behind him and spoon him from behind.

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Sasha’s Pocket Pastries

 

May 27, 2018

I am the co-producer of a movie actually more like the technical director of the movie.  Hillary Clinton is in the movie playing one of the parts.  She has to travel from Los Angeles to DC.  When I see her I know she had to travel all that distance to get here and is apparently in good shape.  She is refreshed and ready to go.  She is not one for detail so I have to explain the technicalities to her such that she is able to carry out only her actions.  For her to remember more is simply ineffective.  Plus I don’t want to tell her too much about the movie because there are a lot of sex scenes so it is best to just tell her the technical details of her scenes.

I am now on a coffee break with my friend Sasha, she is here on a short term assignment.  I am looking through the pastry cart at the offerings available.  The coffee smells delicious.  There are so many pastries to choose from.  I spot a double decker pastry I like.  I reach for the dish with one hand while pouring my coffee with the other.  At the same time, I’m chatting with Sasha.  Distracted I look down at my pastry and realize it has changed.  I am frustrated because I want the other one I chose.  I internalize a thought that says to me,  “I should have known the dream would change the scene on me,  (apparently I am aware I am in a dream).”  I slap the pastry dish down on the counter to look for the one I desire.  I feel it is near me.  I look and look and look, turning around several times to find it.  I sense it is close but I don’t see where it might be or who might have taken it from me.  I feel they are playing a hide and seek or bait and switch games with me.  It occurs to me to check my pockets.  I reach behind me and in my back pocket are the pastries of my desire in perfectly wrapped single servings portioned out for me.  The pastries have multiplied.  As I pull one out of my pocket there is another on it’s heels remaining in my pocket.  I pull one after another after another until four pastries are sitting on the counter.  There seems to be an endless supply within my back pocket.

~~~~~ DREAM ENDS.

When I did wake up i had a pain in my ankle just above my heel.   Since dreams always enjoy word play I point this out since the word also showed up in a physical sense.  I also thought it interesting that my friend Sasha who I hardly know was in the dream.  I wonder if that is close to Santa and if that is a play on words.  I put the reference here for future use.  I like the message of the dream because it is an indication to me that what I desire is already in my back pocket.  The highlight of my day is always my morning coffee and danish.

 

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à Daris: Itsay Ouryay Assyay Ownpay

May 26, 2018

After waking up in the morning and doing my usual bathroom break, I returned to bed for the precious snooze.  I immediately find myself in a restaurant.  We are seated at a long picnic style table which reminds me of the last supper because everyone is sitting on one side.  There is a male family member seated at the other end of the table who stands up.  His act of not conforming to what we are doing namely sitting to eat outrages me.  In a stern tone I tell him, “Sit your ass down!”  I am looking through the menu deciding what to order.  I decide to order empanadas but the waiter tells me the empanadas have to be picked up from a location in Columbia which would take me a day to travel there.  Curiously, I recall Columbia referenced in a previous dream but this doesn’t quite yet trigger a lucid state.  I decide to order pizza instead but cannot decide on the size of the pie.  The waiter shows me the square pizza boxes.  They are twice as deep as you would expect them to be.  He opens a 16 inch box which has a double decker wedding cake inside.  It reminds me of my new Shamanic drum which I just purchased.  He cuts the cake in gesture saying, “Your pizza fits inside.”

A waitress tells me the game played at the restaurant is Pig Latin.  Whatever you say you must substitute the p’s for d’s.  They seem to be very good at substituting the sound.  They do this effortless.  This frustrates me because there is always a new requirement.

I am given an envelope with seeds to occupy my time while I wait.  I walk outside so as to not be required to participate in the Pig Latin game. The envelope is getting wet as the day is cloudy, drizzly and grey.  The fibers in the envelope are breaking down exposing the seed to the moisture.  I worry the seeds will germinate before I am able to plant them in an appropriate place.  I begin walking looking for a place to plant them and discover I am in Paris.  Knowing I don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow, I decide to take advantage of the situation and walk up the Champs-Élysées toward Rue de Rivoli and the Le Marais district.  I’ve been here before so I know my way around.  I will find an appropriate park to plant the seeds on my walk.

The sites are so beautiful I want to take a picture.  As in a dream from yesterday I don’t have a camera with me.  This awareness triggers a lucid state.  The walk is longer than I remember it to be so I sit down.  My seat then begins to move continuing in the direction of Le Marais.  Beneath my seat, I hear a pipe or muffler dragging on the ground behind me.  I smile with an inner knowing, this is just a sound effect let it drag I am not worried about it.   The chair is now moving at a good clip.  I turn and look back taking in the sites, “That muffler doesn’t seem to be impeding my progress.”

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2 O’Clock At Umber Island House

May 25, 2018

Last night as a fell asleep I found myself within a circle of men with me in the center.  The circles spread out in 3 concentric circles 3 circles deep.   I see every face of every man and understand each man to be me in every dimension of space.  I identify with a man in the 2 o’clock position in the 3rd circle.  I place myself in his awareness  to experience the circle from his vantage point.

The dream now shifts.  My awareness is taken to a place where an event is about to take place.  There are plastic picture frames with names on them representing the players involved in the event.  The frames are empty to conceal the mystery.  The event is monumental.  Similar to the day the earth stood still or the day aliens arrive to earth.    It feels like I am on the precipice of a new beginning a birth of sorts.

The island house where the event is being hosted has many services offered to it’s guests.  It is located in Long Island, New York at the tip near Nantucket.  There is one room where the lights are turned off with the exception of an under the counter night light in the corner of the room.  I walk in to find what appears to be a country store where spirits are offered to drink along with cigars.  The cigar are in small humidity controlled wooden cedar boxes.

I then woke up needing to go to the bathroom.  After returning to bed the dream continued.  I become aware of the many offerings the Island House has to offer including areas where one can mingle with others and find intimacy in sexual expression.

I meet a couple two guys who are staying at the resort.  Through the course of our stay, they share details of their lives.  I seem to be sharing a room with them.  I’m learning from these men how to be a sophisticated connoisseur of gay offerings.  I become interestingly aware that keys do not seem to have much importance here.  With this freedom, I leave my room without a concern or care for where my keys may be.  I am a bit envious of the life they lead wanting it for myself.  Oddly given I am present with them and leading a similar life I somehow feel removed from the rewards.  I know I must not envy and simply be happy for them and what they were able to achieve in their lives.  There is a part of me that knows I am dreaming.  Reasoning I am each part of the dream therefor to envy is to envy myself and my own success.  Yet I cannot separate myself from the feeling of envy.  I want what they have.

It is time to leave.  I now find myself on a beach witnessing the sunset.  I notice the distance between the shore and sky is very shallow. You can touch the sky.    I notice the texture of the sky is granulated.  The pattern in the sky changes as I watch it becoming more wave like similar to the pattern in my quilted mattress pad.  The sky is a burnt umber.  I think to myself I should grab my camera to take a picture of this beautiful sunset.   I turn to leave this place and see before me a topaz ocean with a narrow bridge people are using to cross.  The bridge is in the distance but can see the people before me crossing as shadows on the bridge.  I know it is my turn to cross over this bridge.  The ocean is turbulent but the wind assists in diffusing the ocean spray.

~~~~ END OF DREAM

 

When I fell asleep tonight I wanted to remember my dream because lately I have not been able to remember or at least was unable to put words to what I was experiencing in my dreams.  I thought about the intention and what if anything I wanted the dream to answer.  I didn’t want to ask for specifics preferring that nature take it’s course.  I decided to ask for help in decorating my yard.  I told the dream I wanted to create a Faerie Village theme where the nature spirits can dwell in the yard.  I asked for help in choosing the decorative pieces I might place in the yard and assistance with caring for the garden.

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Refuge for a Clover Dragonfly

 

I am laying in bed watching the ethers gather in what look like hands massaging clay where I am the clay.  I want to know who is placing hands on me.  I carefully time my attack targeting one of the hands like a cat getting ready to stalk it’s prey.  Snap!, I grab at the hand with precision.  When my hand grabs the etheric hand I can feel it as if it had substance and form.  The density of the hand startles me as it is not what I expected.  The shock immediately wakes me up with eyes wide open.

I close my eyes in an attempt to return to the dream.  I am with my friend Dinah when a package arrives at her door.  She accepts the package from the post master and proceeds to open it. I immediately recognize the package as one I sent.  I know the box of chocolates is within the packing box.  The packing box is one I used to pack a speaker which was left behind by an Airbnb guest.  Before she opens the package, I know it is not a speaker inside, she will find the box of chocolates which mysteriously went missing in my house.  A box to this day I have not been able to locate.  “I must have sent it to Dinah,” I hear my mind say.  She snips the last piece of tape and opens the box.  Sure enough the chocolates are inside along with some larvae.  I recognize the larvae as faerie larvae.  The larvae are undergoing their metamorphoses.  They are long and white with narrow wings.  Each has a purple and green luminescence within their body much like a dragon fly.  A man walks over and asks, ” Can I buy them from you.  We have great need for those here.  They serve a good purpose.”  To which I reply, “You can have them.”  He then replies, “Oh no they have great value. ”  “In that case give me one dollar for each,” I say.  Another man steps in and says, “Oh no, they are worth far more than one dollar.”  To which I say, “Well then how about $45 dollars.”

One of the insects stings me in in left arm burrowing its head below my skin much like a tick.  Having read how one should respond to ticks, I pull the body back stretching the neck like an umbilical cord cinching it to cut the blood supply.  I wrap the cord around the head which is still below my skin.  The eyes look back at me as if in an effort to ask for it’s protection.  I believe it will now simply come out when its ready.

My attention is now drawn to a set of windows in the distance where the government of Columbia is torturing Space Aliens.  I can see the Aliens have hands raised as if to surrender.  I only see their forearms to the tips of their fingers.  One of the aliens has three long fingers typical of aliens.  The other has five possibly an alien closer in resemblance of humans.  Both are showing sings with their fingers in an attempt to communicate a message to me.  The three fingered one has it’s fingers with the symbol of a triangle.  The other has fingers and knuckles in the symbol of clovers.  I feel compassion for the suffering of the aliens as I believe all life is sacred.  I then see a tiny alien laying rigid on a table.  He looks to be dead.  I ask if we should dispose of the body.  To which I’m told we can leave him there.  As we turn to walk away, I look back to give the dead alien a second look.  I somehow know he is simply playing dead.  He moves to signal he is OK.  I wink and feel good know he is alive.

~~~ END OF DREAM

Dragonfly Meaning

The dragonfly is generally associated with the symbolic meaning of transformation. Here are common meanings for this animal totem:

  • Change and transformation
  • Adaptability
  • Joy, lightness of being
  • Symbol of the realm of emotions, invitation to dive deeper into your feeling
  • Being on the lookout for illusions and deceits, whether are external or personal
  • Connection with nature’s spirits, fairies realms

 

Columbia also came up in my dream:  à Daris: Itsay Ouryay Assyay Ownpay